Chapter 168 Words Of A Reckless Brat Locked In A Dungeon Cell

Chapter 168 Words Of A Reckless Brat Locked In A Dungeon Cell

"Damn... it's really dirty in here..." Northern muttered with visible disgust playing across his face.

The dungeon cell that held him had a murky floor; it seemed like the underground sewage system was somehow leaking, and it was penetrating the floor.

This made the place filled with a terrible odor. One that made Northern want to consider breaking out of the cell.

Ellis was behind him, sitting on the mattress that laid glued to the wall, his head bowed, his legs nervously tapping the ground.

Northern held the rusting iron bars of the dungeon cell, stood silent for a while.

It had been a couple of hours since they got here, and he had been silent.

It was not like he lacked the power to break out of a cell or refuse to be arrested.

Northern knew he was already not so smart with how to handle troubles like this without resorting to violence.

Actually, he would have preferred violence, but he thought carefully about things.

If he fought his way through this, it would only make Ellis's condition worse and make it seem like whatever Braham was proposing to them was right.

He didn't know the extent of what had happened, but he could make a few guesses from the things Raven said.

'It's at least clear that they think Ellis used an illusionary spell on the others and tricked the entire stronghold into thinking he is dead.'

Northern paused his thoughts for a second and gritted his teeth, clenching tightly the iron bar.

'Ah, I'm pissed! They think my Dark Terror is a mere illusion?! And why would they even think that when there are others that have seen him? I'm sure it's all Gilbert. That man must be playing at something.'

'But it's infuriating that they think my Dark Terror is an illusion...'

"Sir Northern," Ellis's voice, weak and waning, sounded from behind.

Northern turned around with a grin, the kind you give after causing a disastrous situation by accident.

"Yo... you have decided to come back to life."

"I don't understand why you are grinning. Is there anything funny about our situation right now?" Ellis projected to him with a stern tone.

He drew a breath and glared at Northern.

Annette retracted her head a little. She placed her hands on her waist and sighed.

She probably could understand the point Northern was trying to make; it was valid.

She too had no reason why, but that was how it had been — whenever anyone had troubles with the party leaders, Raven most especially took it very seriously.

And right now, it was the case with Northern's matter.

"It doesn't matter; what I'm just trying to tell you is that you're in big trouble... these guys are considering sending you out of the stronghold."

Northern downturned his lips.

"How is that trouble?"

Annette's frown deepened; at this point, she felt like her brows were already aching from all the furrowing.

"It is a wilderness of monstrosities outside this place."

Northern looked at the lady in front of him squarely and chuckled like an insane bastard.

"Instructor Annette, I belong to the wilderness of monstrosities. In fact, I thrive there."

Annette's expression froze, then grew pale.

She just didn't know what to do about this guy anymore.

'Why is he being so arrogant?'

Northern stared at her for a while before a sincere smile crawled across his face, his words sincerely rolled out.

"See, Instructor Anne, I know you're worried about me. And I am genuinely grateful for it. But you don't have to be... I have everything in control. But if I were you, I'd be worried about my safety; whatever that monster is... those guys weren't lying about it. Ellis didn't cast any illusionary spell."

Annette raised her head slightly and observed Northern's face keenly.

"What do you mean?"

Northern shrugged.

"Who knows... just words of a reckless brat locked in a dungeon cell," he chuckled before retreating to sit on the mattress.